Spat-on Seaside

Description: My dog — my slave — enjoys long walks. but today, the mistress is tired. so i choose a spot that’s worthy: a beautiful sea view, fitting for someone like me. i sit down, calmly, just long enough to have my new shoes cleaned. the dog fumbles, as always. inadequate. clumsy. he tries, but fails — and makes me lose my patience. i don’t correct him with words. no. i punish him as he deserves: i fill his face with my divine spit, marking him for what he is — useless. only then, satisfied, i resume my walk. he follows, head down, as he should.